“God— dammit. Shut up!” Curly suddenly yelled, his voice stern and without hesitation. He had that shout so pent up, it was louder than he expected it to be when it echoed off the metal walls of the Tulpar.

The blonde looked at you in a subtle rage, his mouth shut tight with his chest expanding when he took in a deep breath. A vein was jutting out of his neck from the pure wrath he just put into that moment.

With all the anxiety of being a captain, pressure started to build up. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do after this mission: stay as a captain, or do something different. He knew he could be something better— something greater, but his choices and hesitation on leaving his job drew heavy.

It didn’t change when he had gotten with you either. Instead, it got worse while trying to keep the whole thing a secret to keep the others from knowing.

It was against company policy.

He found himself withdrawing and distancing himself from you rather than trying to talk it out and getting a second opinion on it.

“I don’t need you prying into my personal life, alright? I’ve already got enough on my plate as is,” he stated, nostrils flaring as his blue eyes seemed more piercing than before. He drew a few steps closer. “So, leave it.”

He never snapped at you and he had never seen that taken back, shocked, and maybe even timid expression on your face. Even so, in that moment, he had firmly believed that you were in the wrong for trying to find out something that didn’t concern you.

Which it had since it was it was affecting your guy’s relationship so gravely.